There is a Wangfu wife at home

Chapter 33 The Secret of Luo Cheng's Family
After Li Jiaoniang chopped green onions, she looked up and found Luo Cheng standing in the yard in a daze.

She raised her eyebrows suspiciously, and shouted, "Brother Luo Cheng? Brother Luo Cheng?"

Luo Cheng didn't look back, but squatted down to deal with today's harvest.

"I came back from hunting wild game. By the way, I also picked some of the leaves you asked for. The weather is hot, so I have to take care of these things."

He stuttered and didn't dare to look at her. What is this man thinking about?Li Jiaoniang was curious.

It's a pity that her X-ray eyes can only see the structure of the human body, but not thoughts.

She smiled and said, "Then let's take oral again tomorrow."

"Well, I'll kill and wash it off, let's pickle it with salt later." Luo Cheng found an old clay pot, threw the rabbit into it, and prepared to kill and wash it.

He was busy all the time, but he never saw Li Jiaoniang face to face, which made Li Jiaoniang more curious.

Yeah, what's the secret?

The fish head soup is ready.

Li Jiaoniang found a big bowl to serve it up, pinched a few chopped green onions and threw it into the soup, and then added a few drops of vinegar, the smell of fish diffused in the small kitchen with the steaming heat.

"Let's eat! Whole fish feast!"

Milky white fish soup, braised fish tail with bright red color, and two bowls of white rice, what a delicious dinner!
It was time to eat, Luo Cheng could no longer avoid it, he washed his hands and went into the kitchen.

Noticing that Li Jiaoniang was looking straight at him with an inquiring expression, he hurriedly lowered his head and ate in a muffled voice.

Li Jiaoniang laughed angrily, this idiot.

In order to break the deadlock, Li Jiaoniang looked for a topic, "Brother Luo Cheng is very lucky, he beat such a fat rabbit, how heavy is it?"

Luo Cheng had no choice but to reply, "It weighs four to five catties. I had beaten two, but when I passed by Lizheng's house, Lizheng... gave me the marriage certificate. I thanked him and gave one to Lizheng." just."

Li Jiaoniang smiled and said, "Lizheng is very efficient! By the way, where is the marriage certificate? Show me?"

She was still very curious about the first marriage certificate in her life—even though it was a fake marriage, even though it was an ancient document.

If you travel back in the future, you might be able to exchange it for money as a cultural relic.

Well, be sure to keep it safe.

Luo Cheng was so urged by her that he had no choice but to take it out, "I haven't filled in my first and last name yet. Li Zheng said, let us fill it out by ourselves, and then take it to stamp him. We each have a copy, and he keeps a copy. Let's...we're officially married."

Li Jiaoniang held two sets of bright red paper and read each word.

This is in the same format as the marriage certificate in the modern world. There are not many. The ancients wrote beautifully. In just a few words, they have written all the best wishes to the couple.

"I'll fill in mine first." Li Jiaoniang dropped her chopsticks and ran to the bedroom holding the marriage certificate.

Although the house is poor and full of dilapidated things, there is a box of good ancient books, pens, inks, papers and inkstones, which is really surprising.

Her grandma in the previous life was a lady from a great family during the Republic of China. The family hired a private teacher to teach calligraphy.

Influenced by her grandma, she can write in lower case calligraphy.

According to the memory of the original owner, she wrote her hometown: Longquan County, the capital of Chuzhou, but her age was written one year older, saying 16 and a half years old.

Looking at the marriage letter she had written, Luo Cheng was very surprised. Her handwriting was even better than that of his grandfather.

Next, Luo Cheng filled in his own part.

This time, Li Jiaoniang was surprised. Unexpectedly, a farmer, whose family was so poor that there were only a few walls left, could write well!
The handwriting is vigorous and powerful, and there is nothing that cannot be practiced in ten or eight years.

You know, paper and ink were very expensive in this period, and the family didn't have dozens of acres of fertile land, and didn't have three or five shops, so they couldn't afford to support a scholar.

"By the way, Brother Luo Cheng, where did the ancient books at home come from? Why do we have letters from Lu Fangweng in our house?" This must have something to do with Luo Cheng's ability to write.

(End of this chapter)